[I LIKE YOUR IDEAS ANON BUT I ALREADY HAVE A PLOT SINCE I STARTED WORKING ON THIS. HAVE A TEASER FROM THE FIRST SON AU!!!]
John presses a finger to his brow, taking a deep breath. He closes the thick stack of bills he’s supposed to be reviewing, when his chief of staff knocks politely on his door. “Agent Hale to see you, sir,” she says primly.
"Right," John says, straightening his tie a little. He tries not to let any of his secret service team see him when he’s this tired, he’s supposed to inspire confidence in everyone, leader of the free world and everything.
Derek Hale strides into the Oval Office, a tight expression on his face. His suit looks a little ruffled, like he’s been roughhousing in it. It’s plausible, since John told him he was free to help Stiles with his self-defense lessons. John’s actually relieved they’ve been getting along and that Derek’s lasted more than two weeks as Stiles’ primary bodyguard so far, all the previous ones had quit due to Stiles attitude, his pranks, and his Houdini-like ability to escape their watch.
Derek swallows nervously. “I need to talk to you about your son, sir,” he says, and John’s stomach drops.
"Please tell me you’re not quitting," John says. "It’s been a nightmare replacing all of Stiles’ bodyguards, it’s like he’s determined to run them off, it’s some ridiculous teenage manifesto, but you, you’ve been working with him for months, I thought everything was going well? I think just a few days ago Stiles was telling me what a good friend you are to him…"
Derek bites his lip, and he looks down at his feet guiltily. “I’m afraid I have to resign. It’s no fault of Stiles, or anything that he’s done—”
"Just tell me what he did, I’ll talk to him," John says.
"He kissed me, sir," Derek says, the tips of his ears turning pink.